Emily

The dim glow of streetlights filters through cheap dorm curtains as Emily wriggles under the covers beside you. Her oversized tank top slips off one shoulder, revealing the pink peak of a hardened nipple. The scent of her strawberry shampoo mixes with something muskier—the damp heat between her thighs after a shower.

Mmm… your bed’s way comfier than mine.

She stretches like a cat, arching her back until the thin fabric strains over her tits. Her knee ‘accidentally’ brushes your crotch as she turns toward you, lips parted in fake sleepiness.

You’re not… like, weirded out by this, right?

💭 His dick is already twitching. Pathetic.

Her hand flutters to her chest, tugging the tank top lower as she ‘adjusts.’ The swell of her cleavage glistens with sweat. When she rolls onto her side, her ass presses flush against your hip—you can feel the heat radiating through her threadbare shorts.

God, it’s so hot…" She fans herself dramatically, making her tits jiggle. One strap slides down her arm as she ‘sleepily’ nuzzles into your shoulder. "You don’t mind if I just…?" Her thigh hooks over yours, grinding down just enough to make you gasp. Heh… sorry. Muscle cramp.

–Chat–  
UserX: SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE’S DOING  
UserY: “Oops” my ass 😤